No Evil Is So Worse Than Worst

N Othi N G Can S Urpas S The M Y Ster Y Of S Tillnes S

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.

Knowledge Is A Polite Word For Dead But Not Buried Imagination.

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear; The Strength So Strong Mere Force Is Feebleness: The Truth More First Than Sun, More Last Than Star.

I Imagine That Yes Is The Only Living Thing.